The direction is headed toward progress,
But the trail can be presented with roadblocks,
Causing us to move back to the beginning.

Destiny’s tale tells a complex story,
Wanting you to reach the destination,
Yet offers tough barriers along the route.

Zigzagging through the mazes of life,
Fighting to reach the other side,
And you still return to the starting point.

Remain on course to the final location,
Because no matter how many steps are lost,
You can keep moving forward, advancing to bliss.

Dread accelerates to terrorizing proportions,
As the abnormal fear response kicks into gear.

Your surroundings close you in,
Even when in an open field.

Panicking like a life or death situation,
Yet the conditions are completely normal.

Temperature rises to burning levels,
Feeling the heat ******* up your oxygen.

Heart rate climbs to a rapid pace,
Believing a heart attack is happening.

Whenever a panic attack occurs,
The key to survival is saying you will survive.

Civilization will be your biggest critic,
Casting judgement on character,
Causing the shield to go up.

Personal attacks will come from strangers,
Harmful opinions come through the workplace,
And you will be stunned by loved ones.

Hearing those comments which scar,
And seeing those ****** impressions that disapprove,
Actions which can deplete self-esteem.

People’s negative perception is meaningless,
As long as you are happy with yourself,
Forming a stance that nobody can break.

When life doesn’t go as planned,
And nobody is to blame,
We tend to point the finger at God.

Blaming the almighty for catastrophe,
Losing all faith in God,
Rejecting the powerful from your prayers.

There are reasons why God enforces an action,
Sometimes we will see the bigger picture later,
And sometimes we won’t know until we are deceased.

Whatever happens to you in your life,
God always has righteous intentions,
Even when there seems to be no hope.

Praise is the sign of showing success,
With the indication to express gratitude.

We don’t always get the required recognition,
As the compliments of others drive motivation.

Hearing those words stimulates the will,
Energizing us to keep producing glory.

Battling for approval for that joyous emotion,
Standing tall by experiencing high worth.

Even though acknowledgement is great,
Self-appreciation is what matters most.

With imperfections tearing us apart,
We feel like throwing in the towel.

Cruelty weakens the inner self,
Screaming inside for the intent to surrender.

Somehow, survival sets the will to live,
Providing the necessary strength to exist.

Because we don’t want to die,
The goal is to dominate the suffering.

Finding that second wind to endure the brawl,
Fighting all the way to the last round.

We usually finish the brutal battle,
Because life is too precious to quit.

If you only select one trail,
The odds of disappointment are high.

Creating limited options for success,
As you depend on a single chance.

When you choose many paths,
Numerous opportunities can be presented.

Searching the courses that leads to glory,
Trying to find the road which will open.

So if other possibilities fail,
Another route can offer bliss.

Trying to build a foundation from simplicity,
But life’s imperfections shifts into difficulties.

The desired route to easiness is disrupted,
As destiny's plan steers into a different direction.

Complexity rises as drama ignites conflict,
Setting a blaze that sparks catastrophe.

In order to extinguish the inferno,
Controversy must be confronted with logic.

Clearing the fires which could be abolished,
And coping with flames that can only be contained.

Seeking companionship to belong,
Becoming an alliance to form a bond.

Respecting a pledge to assist,
Helping a hurting friend when needed.

Yearning for that desire to share moments,
As togetherness fuels great memories.

Devising a blueprint to establish trust,
With the code of honor dominating ethics.

When having a friend you consider family,
Loyalty builds the bridge to true friendship.

When the pain magnifies,
Unhealthy habits can grow,
Adding fuel to the misery.

Instead, I become lost,
But I lose myself by involvement,
Getting active by being energetic.

Exercising the mind and body,
Whether I am reading a book,
Or working out my muscles.

Numbing myself through activity,
You can say being busy is a bad habit,
But it’s better that the demons of drugs.

Effort strives for a goal,
Chasing a journey with intent.

Ambition runs at full exertion,
As purpose fuels the cause.

If victory isn’t the end result,
Discouragement can rise enormously.

Hopelessness shows signs of defeat,
With confidence experiencing a blow.

Sometimes, a pursued route won’t be found,
As destiny created a different trail to follow.

When one quest isn’t suitable,
Another path to success is usually discovered.

The final chapter can arrive at any day,
Telling its last tale as the end draws near.

We are always concerned about survival,
Anticipating the next storyline with fear.

Let put our worries far aside,
And try to live for the week.

Existing to enjoy that upcoming plot,
Appreciating the interesting script as it unfolds.

There can be an intriguing plan ahead,
But first, we must open that amazing book.

Traveling with caution to avoid bumps,
Approaching a journey filled with mystery.

Entering the unknown as destiny waits,
With the plot ready to tell its tale.

The riddle will unfold while moving ahead,
But fear rises by the threat of potholes.

All unexplored paths will possess danger,
No matter how safe we can navigate.

Continue on the trail with optimism,
Even though there’s the possibility of harm.

It’s like a meal,
As we try to heal,
Craving that need to feel.

Trying to win the war,
Opening up that door,
As the world keeps score.

We want to get ahead,
Not wind up dead,
When hanging on by a thread.

Winning that scary fight,
In order to see the light,
Ending the awful night.

The barrier can’t be smashed,
But we still try to break the wall.

Attempting to shatter the roadblock,
So we can stop running through the maze.

Avoiding obstacles is the plan,
But destiny’s tale has its own plot.

Fighting the inevitable is impossible,
As the destination is already assigned.

We possess coping skills to handle stress,
Facing hardships ahead as the storyline unfolds.

Doubting my true potential to shine,
Lacking the confidence to survive.

A soft blow will knock me over,
Collapsing as I am unstable.

Hiding to avoid showing weakness,
Scared to expose any signs of fear.

Attempting to display strength,
But fragility is easily noticeable.

Fighting to earn back optimism,
Trying to see bright colors.

Defeating the darkness requires courage,
A force that’s within myself and others.

Admitting that help is needed,
A trait that is hard to possess when frail.

Once I can reach out for assistance,
Recovery from vulnerability is possible.

The stigma from ordinary raises the bar,
Intensifying the level that’s regarded as success.

Society envisions a perfect portrait,
A picture with ideal coloring.

Black and white dye can possess boldness,
Yet life could judge the lack of bright colors.

The drawing still has the same meaning,
Even in the absence of glowing beauty.

When common is frowned upon,
Normal develops a bad reputation.

Artwork presenting stronger purpose is best,
Despite the masterpiece missing coloration.

If average offers powerful reason,
Design that great image with routine paint.

Preaching how trying your best is enough,
But the greatest effort is flawed when judging self.

Taking a stance of leniency with others,
Yet showing no mercy with your cause.

Considering second best in a race is outstanding,
But is looked upon as failure if sliver was rewarded.

The meaning of greatness doesn’t change,
Just because you are the participant.

Accept glory at face value,
No matter who is the contestant.

It’s like the same old show,
Moving at a certain flow,
Dating back many years ago.

With a repeating tale,
Leading to no more trails,
Seeking out brand new details.

Craving an interesting quest,
One unlike the rest,
Figuring out the best.

Fighting for the thrill,
And for the lack of a drill,
Needing a cause to fulfill.

Witnessing imperfection at it strongest,
Seeing a contestant battle to be on top.

Observing dignity abandon principles,
Using the sword of honor for greediness.

Stabbing others to get ahead,
Putting one’s desires before righteousness.

I am also a sinner committing disloyalty,
As a flawed man living with human ambition.

When betrayal creeps up on the mind,
We must remind ourselves to stay faithful.

Dedicating our quest to a virtuous reason,
Or else evil destroys the meaningfulness of cause.

Proclamation of hate is intense,
Powered through raw emotions.

By expressing this noun,
Many statements are being spoken.

Negativity is declared with strength,
Stating resentment at high levels.

Hatred presents ill will with passion,
Representing feelings beyond disapproval.

One word can change a sentence completely,
So use caution with each stated terminology.

While crossing this street,
Vehicles prevented me from walking,
Unable to reach the other side.

Loved ones tried to open a path,
Holding my hand while facing fears,
But I resisted with self-dignity.

Pursuing the intersection to advance,
Determined to seek the route on my own,
Needing to find the destination freely.

Aware of all the hardships on the road,
Willing to seek out the necessary advice,
But must travel independently to claim glory.

Pain is usually a warning sign,
Telling you damage is being inflicted.

When cause unleashes agony,
Torment tends to have purpose.

Struggling with ambition up that cliff,
Striving for success to reach the top.

Recognizing the obstacles of the hill,
As reason provokes the will against anguish.

Commitment is the source of meaningful pain,
Battling the resistance for a special prize.

There are no limitations,
As you move with motivation,
Focused while having dedication.

Entering a brutal quest,
Trying to be the best,
But first—you have to pass the test.

The hill is certainly a threat,
Running while breaking a sweat,
Playing the game with no regrets.

Facing that dreaded fear,
Or else the end is near,
Reaching for the final frontier.

Fearing the predestined path is brutal,
As the heightened response dreads an upcoming plan.

Anticipating the worst scenario possible,
Stress takes its toll on the body and mind.

Dwelling the future route with scary predictions,
Panicking as alarms blare by not knowing the course.

The puzzle will be solved through time,
Playing the waiting game through fright.

Always focusing the on riddle is unhealthy,
Yet worry is a powerful emotion that is harsh.

Controlling anticipated anxiety is difficult,
But is manageable by forming a positive mindset.

Directing attention to structured activities helps,
Taking the cognitions to a place of harmony.  

Optimistic thinking while planning a schedule is key,
Pacing yourself towards the moment of truth correctly.

It’s those memories you forgot,
The moments that caused despair.

Times when tragedies lived,
Events that your brain doesn’t remember.

Incidents which inflicted scars,
Provoking trauma in the current day.

Those misfortunes must be healed,
For a positive present and future.

Recovery could take months or years,
But blissfulness occurs once peace of mind happens.

A vision plays out in the mind,
Creating a perfect design for an outcome.

Ideas blossom to construct a purpose,
Hoping nothing won’t block the strategy.

Somehow, obstacles stop the movement of progress,
Ruining a project which was well devised.

When situations don’t go as planned,
We feel like reason is destroyed.

Try to preserve the infrastructure,
And work on rebuilding the architecture.

If the fort can’t be maintained,
Form a secondary scenario as an option.

It’s unfortunate when a framework is damaged,
But there is always new an alternative to an aim.

Beauty is not based on gorgeous features,
And lovely appearances isn’t a contest,
But you feel great when well-groomed.

Whether you comb your hair,
Or you are clean shaven,
A good presentation boosts self-esteem.

Feeling happy with how you look,
Causing a chain reaction of positivity,
Showing optimistic behaviors that shine.

Looking like a model isn’t the purpose,
It’s about being pleased with yourself,
Displaying an image of confidence.

Always reliant on that big spark for joy,
Hoping a magical pill would save the day.

Waiting many years for that superb medicine,
But this moment didn’t come because it’s nonexistent.

Realizing that happiness starts with the small things,
Beginning with a joke or enjoying many hobbies.

No longer depending on a massive trigger for bliss,
Consuming contentment in little packages.

Letting pleasure build up in minor quantities,
Allowing delight to establish slowly.

Pain prevented a normal departure,
Causing a delayed start in the race.

While the other runners were ahead,
Misery slowed down my progress.

When the athletes were moving with stride,
My pace was stalled as struggles mounted.

Challenging myself to complete the course,
No longer in a contest for time.

Trying to end despair on the track,
Attempting to sprint without discomfort.

Determined to reach the final destination,
Happiness prevailed as I crossed the finish line.

Throwing in the towel without effort,
Afraid of the vicious blows.

Brutal punches are part of the game,
Stepping into the ring for conquest.

If we don’t fight for that win,
The belt will never be won.

We can be knocked out through a hit,
But losing by not trying is the ultimate defeat.

My eyes don’t glow by gold,
They glitter through purpose.

Money won’t drive self-ambition,
Reason motivates my engine.

Desires to succeed ignites a mission,
Starting a campaign to win success.

By staying honorable to the quest,
Coins can’t purchase my loyalty.

Cause will always be my intent in life,
Not artificial happiness that’s printed.

Once freed from sin,
New chapters started to begin.

No longer holding that knife,
While threatening people’s life.

Presented with that chance,
Now taking a righteous stance.

Promoting the message of peace,
Instead of letting rage become released.

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Danger played an unhealthy game,
Gambling my life for pathetic priorities.

Addiction almost ended my existence,
As searching for relief led to a harmful route.

Aggression triggered various explosions,
Suffering the blow of minor consequences.

With opportunity closing the trail to chances,
Potential needed to find a righteous path.

Once realizing sin would cause a conclusion,
Virtue started to prevail in a new chapter.

While struggling during a rough run,
Sweat drips down with enthusiasm.

Sprinting forms fun for progress,
Even though moving is difficult.

Because of the ambition for success,
The challenge can be exhilarating.

Feeling the excited thrill for glorified cause,
Finding passion in a strenuous activity that hurts.

The message went lost by hatred,
As hostility threatens gracefulness.

Evilness will try to prevail,
Using intimidation to **** harmony.

Letting wickedness win defeats tranquility,
Causing sinfulness with destruction.

Kindness starts with a gracious smile,
Spreading peace by presenting virtue.

Once righteousness is displayed,
Let the unified statement be heard.

I was very afraid,
So I held that blade,
Having a low grade.

Not possessing hope,
Didn’t know how to cope,
So I stayed in bed while I moped.

Thinking the end was near,
Living in complete fear,
Craving that alcoholic beer.

Fighting for what is right,
Needing to see the light,
So I can exit the night.

Sick of playing Russian roulette,
I had to stop being a threat,
Or else I would be caught in the net.

I cut myself out of the trap,
Found the proper map,
Now ready to run each lap.

Society says hearing voices is crazy,
People claim smashing walls is lunacy,
But hiding from happiness is considered insane.

Involuntarily depressed with no shining star,
As the sun started to offer light,
Shadows still existed without any brightness.

Years of captivity kept old rituals alive,
Keeping that same routine living in misery,
As depression always plays that agonizing day.

Painful repetition needed to be broken,
Shattering sadness so bliss can enter,
Unlocking new gateways for contentment.

Once the passageway to pleasure opened,
Glory was capable of glowing,
Unleashing possibilities which now thrive.

In a world with unsettling weeds,
People are vulnerable to new growing.

Seeking a way out of commitment,
Resulting in ingrown beauty that lacks harvest.

Developing the garden by mistrust,
Growth of a redesigned lawn is dreary.

Not planting the flowers of uniqueness,
Despite the need for blooming daisies.

Progress starts with a modern landscape,
Laying fresh seeds that blossom by ambition.

When rich soil is prepared by desire,
The conservation will produce chances.

Suffering returns with a vengeance,
Causing pain that inflicts wounds.

The injury puts us on the sideline,
Interrupting stability by tearing balance.

Now that harmony is broken,
A new mission must start to reenter the game.

A quest to restore steadiness must persist,
Or else we will forever sit on the bench.

Because of our determination to rise from agony,
We tend to find a way to run normally on the field.

A great quest is satisfied,
Supplying meaning with necessary reason.

Now a new journey must begin,
In order to satisfy a fresh appetite.

The latest craving is an essential battle,
One that inspires cause in life.

After strong purpose is fulfilled,
A war with powerful ambition is hard to find.

Discovering another objective can be brutal,
Walking a rough trail with no destination.

With a campaign stimulating a movement,
Motive triggers aim by forming a crusade.

Mental illness held me prisoner,
As dread controlled my cognitions.

A hostage that could break anxiety,
Held captive by my own demons.

Forced into a life of isolation,
Hiding to avoid society’s flaws.

Needing to conquer apprehension,
Struggling to get out of my chains.

Declaring war against my fright,
Bravery had to prevail to beat horror.

Fighting panic as phobias resisted,
Battling an enemy that denied living.  

Courage broke breakable steel,
Made from fear that was meant to fracture.

We were not meant to be puppets,
By doing a dance act through manipulation.

Humans are intended to put on their own show,
A play with people controlling the plot.

The tale basically has two themes,
A destined path to good and to evil.

With the power of freewill,
We choose our own ending in the story.

A higher power lets us decide our fate,
Letting us choose between love and hate.

Wanting to promote a righteous cause,
But confused in an enormous maze.

Imperfections appeared with each mystery,
Leading to unwanted acts of contempt.

Even though sin led to punishment,
Grounds for virtuous principles meant to shine.

Needing to find the right trail in life,
Battling for virtue in every aspect of living.

The inner demons that prevailed were conquered,
Discovering survival without sinister tactics.

Conflicts explode into intolerable scenarios,
Inciting a need for any solution.

Each time justice goes unserved,
We tend to generate vengeance as a remedy.

Whenever life becomes too unbearable,
We can experiment with artificial happiness.

Struggles in the real world are brutal,
But we can’t fix harm by causing harm.

Battling confrontation requires reasoning,
Using logic to conquer unwanted circumstances.

When success is present through fortune,
It’s easy for us to ease the fighting.

Battling less while glory is achieved,
Maintaining greatness after a long war.

Misery is usually in a brutal dispute,
Shedding blood and tears for progress.

Anguish is trying to win,
Attempting to earn that chance.

Whenever goals are acquired,
Never forgot the road that was traveled.

In the moment of present day bliss,
We wonder if the next day will still offer wealth,
Hoping that tomorrow can still possess gold.

The journey to good fortune is an unpredictable path,
Like rolling dice in a game of chance.

The future holds no guarantees,
Leaving tomorrow a mystified puzzle.

Forget about the mystery of the unknown,
Instead, move with the currents of the ocean,
Continuing in stride with each flow.

Humanity emphasizes a need for titles,
Stressing highlights of one’s abilities.

Bragging rights are sparked by struggles,
Fighting barriers to earn the prize.

Just because a person lacks an award,
Talent can still exist with its potential to shine.

Individuals don’t need a degree to claim intelligence,
People don’t have to earn a trophy to proclaim athletic strength.

Having your name on a centerpiece is valuable,
But being happy with your capabilities is priceless.

Society marks you with an unfair tag,
A sticker that hurts by its significance.

Stereotypes swing with deadly force,
Wounding the mind through violent words.

The imprint leaves a scar,
Registering unjustified opinions.

Fighting the infections of trauma,
Stigma tries to regenerate by cruelty.

Ruthless labels possess pointless messages,
Meaningless slogans with no conceptual definition.